I'm singing in the rain, -kick- Just singing in the rain, -stomp- What a glorious feelin' -kick- I'm happy again!

GANG WARS

They aren't fighting for territory, for money, for love, or for fame. They're fighting because they can. Because they're young, fit. Because they have sticks and knives, chains and whips.

They rule the nights - no one goes out anymore after the sun sets. And they're a formidable menace during the days.

They're singing in the rain.

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New gangs have started up in the quaint little state of Massachusetts (compared to New York, that is). The two rival gangs that control most of the area are the Spades and the Flags.

The Spades dominate the western sector of the county and obtain their revenue from highway robbery of the trains and subways that bring a perpetual flow of cash into and out of New York.

The Flags dominate the eastern sector of the county and have control over a large number of bars and pubs, from which the profit contributes to their treasury.

Both gangs have a 'leader' of sorts. The Spades follows a much stricter hierarchy, while the Flags are one large 'brotherhood' of gang members.

Each gang has their moles, both within the gang and without. With all the backstabbings, betrayals, and other underhanded dealings, no one person is absolutely certain of the allegiance of all members of the gangs.

RULES

1. Be literate
2. Make it interesting

MEMBERS

Spades Leader: Leslie 'Les' Calloway [played by Tetris] General: General: General:

Members:

• Peach Larana Greene [played by Peachfuzz]

Flags Leader:

Members:

• Nikkie Brinks [played by Neko_Chan]
• Ferdinand 'Ferdie' Stoker [played by Itsumou]

Other

• Rory Calloway [played by Tetris]

Ooc; Hey Tetris! ❤️

Could I join this as one of the Spades?

I'll just post my character skeleton now, just in case I've, like, sunk down a few levels in terms of literacy.

I had quit quite a few of my other roleplays because I thought I wouldn't be able to come onto Subeta much anymore. Turns out I have actually been able to get on a fair bit.

XD I love your roleplays.

Name: Peach Larana Greene

Age: Seventeen

Gender: Female

Gang: The Spades

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: Peach is fairly tall (about six foot) with a short, black pixie cut. Her hair was once long enough to reach her ankles, framing her lanky red-brown figure. However, she had to cut it when she joined the Gang. Her hair used to be the one thing tying her to her feminine side, now it seems to be her figure, which is thin, but bordering on curvy. Her face is a slightly darker red-brown than the rest of her, because she likes to spend a lot of time in the sun unprotected. She has high cheekbones, but other than that her face retains a childlike look about it. It's rounded, although long. Her lips are half-full. Her eyes are a dark purple colour, nearing black and are almond shaped. They usually look sleepy (bags under them) due to drugs and lack of sleep.

She has one favourite outfit, which is a simple green singlet and worn denim capris. She usually has bare feet, though she doesn't mind comfortable flats or sneakers. Even though she doesn't wear much else, her style could be said to be simple, baggy and comfortable. She isn't in to fashion, preferring animals and books over all that girly stuff.

Personality:

| Mature | Responsible | Perceptive | Caring | Trusting |

She's very mature and responsible, having looked after herself for most of her life. She doesn't do too well with immaturity, though she gets very ditsy when she's drunk. She sees herself as a mother figure to the rest of the Gang, even if she is younger than some of them. (She has a hidden maternal side.) This maturity has also given her the ability to see both sides of people, even if they never realized that there is another side. She can judge people just by knowing them for a few seconds. (These judgments aren't always correct, but they do tend to be.) After she has summarized their personality, she decides whether or not to trust them. She may end up looking crazy, but she'll trust someone anyway. Peach likes to act like she understands everything, but she doesn't. She never really went to school, but she has always had a fascination with books and continues to read and build her vocabulary. Words and literature are only the true knowledge she has, besides street smarts and a plentiful knowledge of animals.

History: Peach's parents were never around enough when she was growing up. She occasionally saw her father on the streets, but he never came home to the apartment he was sharing with a friend. Jacob (the friend, who was only sixteen) ended up raising Peach, but he took advantage of the fact that she was innocent and vulnerable. Either way, she grew to idolize him. He told her very little of her father, but a fair bit about her mother. Peach's mother was an old nurse that had gotten pregnant with the wrong type of man. That was basically it. Her father got thousands from the drugs he sold, but he put that money back into the "business". Jacob and Peach grew up poor and hungry, despite Jake's best efforts. He got a job, but the money he got wasn't enough for the bills, food and school. He grew depressed because Peach wouldn't have a great education... And he truly did care about her that much. One day, Peach returned from the library to find a note from the police. Her father had been killed by a gang. She stood there for a few seconds, staring at the paper and then shrugged. He had been a bad man. She went into the apartment and called to Jacob, but he wasn't there, instead, another man was. Some how, she knew this man wasn't good either, but he didn't want to hurt her. He assessed her and then began speaking. He spoke of Jacob and the fact that her brother/best friend had been killed by the same gang that had killed her father. As it turned out, Jake had joined a Gang to get more money for her. He had stored enough for her to keep the apartment. Distraught and confused, Peach wandered the streets for a few days (as a twelve year old) until she decided that there was only one thing for her to do. She needed to join the Gang Jacob had and she needed to avenge the one person she had ever truly loved.

(After a few years though, all hatred left her and she found that what she really needed to do was look after the others... She can't hold a grudge for too long if she doesn't know who she's hating... And a whole gang is too much for her to hate.)

Other:

• She isn't a big drug user, but she likes to experiment... She knows they hurt you and everyone around you, but once you start it's hard to stop.

-She has a Siberian Husky puppy called Lee. He follows her everywhere, mostly from admiration. She saved him from a dumpster when he was only a few weeks old. He would have died from starvation if she hadn't rescued him. (He feels very protective over her because of this, but he trusts the Gang enough not to turn on them... He saves that for the enemies.)

❤️ I hope I can join.

ooc// That's awesome! I'm so glad to have you join, Peach! And glad to see you again! -tackles- I'll probably post my character soon... keh.

[[OOC: May I join as a female flag member, who wishes the fighting would just stop?]]

ooc// Go ahead~

Yeah... not all the member of gangs like the fighting. Some just join to get food/money for their families. Because no one goes out at dark... you risk running into the gangs otherwise.

Leader of the Spades...

Name: Les Calloway Gender: Male Appearance: Dark hair, pale skin, and flat cash-green eyes don't lend the male a startling appearance. He may veer towards the taller side, but nothing too unusual about him. Usually dressed in a dark shirt and dark slacks, the only thing unusual about him may be the scornful expression of either extreme cynicism or extreme contempt that he frequently wears. Or both. Reference image: http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs7/f/2005/217/b/b/2.jpg Personality: An unusual male, by all appearances, he is a perpetual gentleman, though elegant and well-bred in demeanour only. Trusting in himself, and only himself, he makes no close acquaintances. Nonetheless, there is something assertive and reliable about him that makes him completely enchanting and convincing to a weak mind. The male exudes natural leadership. He can be quite cruel himself, though he never reveals this side of him unless he is forced to. If forced to, should he not achieve his ends, he is not afraid to dirty his hands. Though he'd much rather allow his forceful, attractive, and compelling manner to work for him. Others may be aware of his evil nature but they cannot help being dazzled by the brightness of his presence. With something of an attraction to fear, he enjoys it more than the power he has. With power, of course, comes fear. But better than power is the knowledge that he cannot be predicted, cannot be contained, and cannot be held off from his goal. Both a figure that inspires fear and feeds off fear, those whom he wants to intimidate often find themselves snowballing into an uncontrollable loss of their own decision-making faculties. Having learned to separate his brutality from his sociable demeanor, the perfect manners of old aristocracy are all that most every see of him, if he does seem a bit detached and withdrawn himself. Unsettlingly calm and unperturbed, whatever the situation, he's never been seen to panic, living only a half life in order to fit within human society. History: His father is the Democratic Senator of Massachusetts. The man no longer spends much of his time in Boston; he instead spends his days and nights in D.C., with the brainless (if rather fetching) secretary who is his second wife. His original wife, Les's mother, died of leukemia before Les turned eight. He doesn't really remember his mother much. Or his father, for that matter. Though he at least knows what his father looks like. He doesn't resent his parent; but he does resent the government for whom Senator Calloway works. The gang activity is his way of fighting back at the government. In the mornings, Les attends college at MIT; in the afternoons and evenings, he spends most of his time in the gang headquarters. Only occasionally does he take to the streets to fight anymore. Nonetheless, he is a feared opponent, who relies more on dirty tricks and tactical advantage than he does on brute force along. Life is like war. The gangs aren't just another gang for him. They're a reality of life far more substantial and real than what his father does. Each legislation his father votes brings death and suffering. But his father is within the bubble; he never sees the direct effects of his actions. Tired of the hypocrisy and the lies, Les has taken up a much more active lifestyle, where he is always perfectly aware of the implications of his actions. And he moves with unerring deliberateness. Weapon: A section of chain and a Bowie knife the length of his forearm

[[OOC: Okay, thanks. I'll go ahead and post my Skellie.]]

Name: Nikkie Brinks Age: 17 Gang: The flags [But sometimes wishes she was a spade] Appearence: Nikkie has long brown hair that reaches up to her mid-back, with tan skin. She's thin, and is underwieght. Nikkie has light brown eyes, and is usually seen wearing her favorite outfit: Denim capri's with a gray and white striped jacket, and white track shoes. Nikkie also has blue glasses. Personality: She's not like most Flags. She's not snooty and uptight, but quiet. She rarely ever talks, unless spoken to. She has always helped out the spades in any way that she can. One time, she was caught helping out the leader of the Spades, Les, and was punished by her boyfriend, which was drunk at the time. Now she has a large moon-shaped scar going over right eye. Since that day, she has only wanted to become a Spade, but the Flags prevent it from happening. She's very smart, and sometimes helps Les plan sneak attacks whenever they're wanting to attack on the Flags side, since she knows alot about it. History: Nikkie's father is a rich horse owner, and a CEO of a large international company. They have two very expensive horses: Tinks, and Charcole [Char-cole-ay]. Her mother and younger brother were burned in a school fire, and her father didn't care. That got Nikkie very angry. The only thing she has left of her little brother that she loved dearly, was a Wall-E stuffed toy [Childesh, I know] that she keeps in her black BMW. When she was eight, her father re-married a young blond lady, that wanted all of her fathers money. She wanted nothing to do with her father or her stepdaughter, who she treats like trash. Nikkie's stepmother treats Nikkie with no respect at all, and one time slapped her hard against the face. She despises her now, but she had more things to deal with that her. She now has a crush on Les, and continues to help him out in any way that she can. Nikkie doesn't drink or smoke at all. Weapons: Nikkie carries a large pocket knife in her back pocket at all times. Other: --When Nikkie's father didn't care when her mother and brother died, she was angry enough to stab her father brother 5 times in the back, which killed him. Nobody knows about it yet, and the killing of Nikie's uncle was sent down as a suprise attack from a Spade. Ever since that day, she has had constant nightmares. --She is also a very talented Violin player EDIT: UPDATED PROFILE 6/13 AT 10:52P.M.

Ooc; Thanks! ❤️

-falls over- I'm glad to be in a gang thread again too... It's just... Comforting. XD I'm mostly in subtle romances or complete dramas nowadays. They're fun, but nothing like gangs.

And... Neko, can you include Nikkie's age? I'm just curious. :3

[[OOC: Sorry, I forgot about that. She's 17. Oh, and Tetris had suggested that Nikkie be a spy for the Spade's, so, now, I guess she's a spy... C:

Ooc; Ah, thank you.

And Nikkie being a spy sounds like a good idea. It'll be a dangerous job, but life's all about risks and stuff.

Tetris - You forgot the e at the end of Greene in the main post. It's not that important, but I just felt like pointing that out. XD As you can see, I don't have much to do right now.

ooc// Why... yes, I did forget the 'e' o.O;;

Should we wait for a few other people to join? Or should we just make more characters....?

{ O, hey there again, Tetris! I finally find a good-looking thread, and who's running it but someone I'm roleplaying with already. There's irony for you. Mind if I join in? I'm leaning towards the Flags, although not as a leader. }

ooc// Haha, yes. Sure, glad to have you!

{ all right, here we are... }

Name: Ferdinand Stoker ("Ferdie" or "Stoker" to his friends) Age: 16 Gang: Flags

Appearance: Ferdinand is about 5'8''. His eyes are brown, flecked with hazel, and generally looking upward. His hair is an orangish shade of brown, and although his hair isn't long enough to put in a viable ponytail, it's long enough to tuck his bangs behind his ears (which he does.) He has his mother's delicate piano-playing hands, long thin fingers belying strength with the chain he carries at night. He appears youthfully carefree, and as such generally avoids trouble with the law. Despite his stature, he's become strong by incessant (mostly) sparring with his fourteen-year-old brother, Louis, and father. Though not thin, he appears lighter than he is.

Personality: Ferdinand grows very restless if he feels trapped or otherwise enclosed, to the point of claustrophobia if there are no windows. Likes to move, and, with longing for the open expanses of the sky, still entertains childhood fantasies of becoming a jet pilot, although; on some deep level he knows it will never happen. He is competitive, never quits, stubborn to the point of viciousness. He loves his family- both biological and gang- and the thrill of danger, but more the thrill of conquest.

History: His father was an engineer. His mother, a musician. He grew up in his grandfather's house, willed to his mother after she married his father and before he was born. His father took plenty of time to raise his sons, but unfortunately he instilled morals that were a bit skewed: he taught them about how the world was an everyday struggle, a dog-eat-dog world, and Ferdinand learned the lesson well. His mother, though usually absorbed in her orchestral work or at rehearsal, endorsed it. To this day the sound of a lonely piano reminds him of home, and his mother. They accept Ferdinand's ever-growing violent streak with a boys-will-be-boys attitude, just as they accepted his childhood hunting (once ending in the "accidental" killing of a neighbor's dog. To be fair, though, he generally likes animals.)

Illegal activities: Ferdinand and his father drink together, but his mother is stringent on smoking, saying that it sterilizes. His father has tutored him on how to get away with things- a bit of a mischief-maker himself in his youth, apparently- and more than once has helped to patch him up when he's come home bleeding.

Carries: Chain, lighters (2) switchblade. Generally in the bottom of his backpack from school.

Ooc; I think that maybe we should wait for one more person... Or create a couple of other characters. I don't know if I could play two though... Not with my computer turning off so much. -_-; I will if I need to though, gladly.

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[[OOC: Tetris, do we have your permission to start? I'm eager to get this RP going ^_^]]

{ Me too, it looks good! }

ooc// Yep, please start! I just got back in town. I'll add your characters to the list ASAP, and then post myself.

[[OOC: Yay! Umm...Well... I personally suck at starting. ^_^;]]

{ Same here, I usually like to go last }